Dear Lord...

I know it’s been a while since the last time we spoke, But it’s Lacie, and I’m running just a little low on hope. My family’s not proud of me; I’ve messed up quite a lot, And every time they put me down, we argue and we fought. My dad, I barely see him, and to mom, I don’t exist. My brother has his own life; bulling sister can’t resist. I’m heading off to college and I’m scared to wits end Of losing Charles W*******, my only true best friend. I’m afraid of not fitting in with girls on my floor, And failing all my classes though I couldn’t try more. It worries me I won’t find food my body can take, Or missing Joe R***, who my heart did more than break. I’m in a lot of pain and don’t know where to put it all. I know I must remember that you’ll always catch my fall. I’m sorry if you feel that you’ve left my mind. It’s just that lately, even myself is very hard to find. Amen.

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